The African Woman

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The African Woman

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Her silence is deafening,

echoed ceaselessly by her ubiquitous presence.
She is everywhere, yet nowhere.
She is the beneficiary of double jeopardy,
the second class citizen of the third class world
She is the African woman.

Do not look for her in the parliament of power.
Do not look for her in the centre of authority.
Do not look for her at the zenith of influence.
For there, she is a figure, a ratio, a percentage,
a necessary balance to an unnecessary equation.

See her hanging painfully to the rickety lorry,
Her wares, her undulating cushion.
Meet her at the street corner,
vending anything in season.
Watch her suckle her young under the canopy of the sun,
Her breasts, a kinsman to aged flip flops.

Daily she unfurls her cheerless umbrella,
Her only shield in seasons clement and seasons inclement,
as she hawks whatever comes her way
Wondering when her messiah shall come.

The African Woman was last modified: March 6th, 2013 by Oluchi Igili

2 Responses to "The African Woman"

  1. Andrew J. Sacks  Thursday, March 7, 2013 at 21:33

    Fine and sensitive work!

  2. Oluchi Igili  Tuesday, March 12, 2013 at 20:42

    Thanks, Andrew, for the comment.

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